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*Rises from the grave*
I HUNGER.
*Appears in closet and tears out IHIYC's throat, feasting on his vital essence and gaining immeasurable power*


Didn't Sir Robin once very nearly stand up to you? The time has come for a story, methinks.


*Dramatic reveal* Yes, it was me all along! Ahahahaha!


*munches on popcorn* Hey TFF, want some? *Proffers bag*
Hell of a show you guys are putting on down here, pardon the pun.

The next poster was once a Count, but then job stress got too much for them.


(Wrong Alias)

Vampire. AKA immune to those annoyances that mortals suffer from.


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Hey dungeonmaster heathy, I didn't see you at the last evil overseers, overlords, dark princes, infernal conquerors and vindictive dungeon masters guild annual dance. what gives?


My fellow evil GMs, join me in an evil laugh! Muhahahaha!


dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

Who cares who is blamed? It's the characters' fault by definition anyway.

Noob.

Your incredibly well thought out and compelling argument has shown me the error of my ways. I pledge here and now to reform.

Falling rocks for all!


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dungeonmaster heathy wrote:
Count FuelDrop, Vampire Lord wrote:

Ahahahahaha! Finally, my evil plan is coming to fruition! All those years of bad GMing, all those delicious tears reaped from my unsuspecting players as I tortured their souls with my GMPCs and incurable diseases all the while pretending that their struggles would pay off next session, and it NEVER DID!

Ahahaha!

Now, at last, it has all payed off! *Twirls mustache* All that's left now is to grab one of my player's children and tie them to a railroad track to force them to start split the party at a crucial moment, letting me TPK the group while shifting the blame onto them for splitting up!

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You don't have to split them up. Just have burning rocks fall from the sky.

And here it is that you betray your amateurishness and walk right into my trap! The split party means that the PCs bear the blame for their failure, allowing my reputation to emerge unstained and letting me gather a new group to torment!

Also, I needed an excuse to tie someone to a railroad track. It's part of my Evil GM's union requirements, right under 'Rocks fall, everyone gets infected with incurable diseases that force them to seek out a specific holy man only to die just before they reach him'.


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Ahahahahaha! Finally, my evil plan is coming to fruition! All those years of bad GMing, all those delicious tears reaped from my unsuspecting players as I tortured their souls with my GMPCs and incurable diseases all the while pretending that their struggles would pay off next session, and it NEVER DID!

Ahahaha!

Now, at last, it has all payed off! *Twirls mustache* All that's left now is to grab one of my player's children and tie them to a railroad track to force them to start split the party at a crucial moment, letting me TPK the group while shifting the blame onto them for splitting up!

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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I'm Hiding In Your Closet should not rule this city because he has no fashion sense. Imagine his public works projects!


It took me almost a full minute to come up with the concept sketch!

The next poster doesn't want anyone to know what they do with their bubble wrap.


That's what you think...


Jack B. Kwikk, Esq. Should not rule this city because he's far too paranoid. Just watch how he reacts to me pointing this out...


Thank you, hapless thralls, for handing me the win.


MrSin wrote:


What is your name?
What is your quest?
What is your favorite color?

I am count Vlad Von FuelDrop, of the Sussex FuelDrops.

I seek nothing less than complete dominion over all beings in all worlds, both living and dead.

Black.


"Don't touch that curtain! Real vampires don't sparkle!" Lucky7


22)Reading message boards at work.


Yeah, I tried very hard but in the end I'm stuck as undead.

The next poster is several thousand years old. most of them sucked.


I declare myself the winner of the life. And death. And more importantly I also win Undeath!


The Awakening draws nigh!


I'm already dead, what do I care about lung damage?
*Lights up and attempts to take a drag. Fails.*
Dammit, I forgot that I don't breathe.


I know everything. Now give it to me before you hurt yourself.


A challenge? to MY supremacy? You. Will. Fail!


Maybe I am, but at least I don't sparkle!

The next poster does sparkle.


Let's end this once and for all. I win, and that's that. It was inevitable from the beginning, but now it's been formalized.


*Smites Quiche Lisp* I may be an evil soulless undead bloodsucker bent on destroying all life and damning the world to unending servitude, but even I draw the line at some of that!

Even evil has to have some standards, after all.


*still a pile of dust* come on now, be sporting!


*Flatly* Argh. Happy thoughts, my only weakness. Curse you etcetera etcetera *crumbles to dust again*


Argh! Happy thoughts, my only weakness! Curse you, curse you all *Crumbles to dust*
*reintegrates* Oh, you hadn't started yet? Oops, how embarrassing.


*Shoves Quiche Lisp aside casually*
Victory is mine!


The underwater hug monster


i hereby end this thread. thank you all for playing, but in truth there was only one way this could end.

VICTORY!


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let us be entirely fair, dwarves do have their good points. for a start, their short stature means that the taller races will never be unwelcome in their halls, as we're the only ones who can reach the top shelves. likewise, they don't contribute to the international shortage of razor blades, nor do they bother the barber community. finally, they're generally good enough to keep out of the way in their underground homes.


Dwarfs make excellent zombies, due to their naturally thick skins and dense muscles. as an added bonus, their beards make it harder to spot their zombification at a distance.


Leaving a zombie here to keep an eye on the verminous horde. you can never be too careful with skaven, after all.


All of the paladins i run into seem to be the 'smite first, get someone who hasn't been minmaxed to int 7 to ask questions later' variety.


Xabulba wrote:
Hulk think Twilight good vampire flick.

begins working on a way to destroy the hulk, preserving others memories of him before they can be tainted


Curses, there isn't a single virgin poodle in this entire thread! you may have foiled me this time, cursed puppies, but i'll get you next time!
plane shifts out of thread
fading Next tiiimmmeee...


the poodles can wait. this one's personal.
casts wish on Casual Friday Monster, banishing it to castle ravenloft.
the glittering ends. now.


what kind of compensation are we talking about, jack?


the Genocide ritual is prepared. all i need is a virgin of the species, and i can rid the universe of poodles... forever! thunderclap, dramatic piano music

...though finding a virgin poodle could prove problematic. Minions! spread out and search the thread. leave no stone unturned until you find me my prize! GO FORTH! strikes dramatic pose. in the background, wolves howl


Alright, who forgot to close the door? own up.
the ancient vampire lord raises his hand and, with an arcane gesture, banishes the poodles back to their own thread.


The rain lashes against thick windows of stained glass set in high in gothic frames. The hunchbacked servant bustles past, bringing some unseen dish to another guest, further up the table


The ancient oak double-door, intricately inscribed with scenes of long-forgotten battles and legendary happenings, swings slowly open at your touch. beyond is a great hall bedecked with fine banners and lined with trophies. Dominating the hall is a long table, set for many guests and piled with the choicest foodstuffs. At the far end sits your host, the infamous Count FuelDrop.
Please, have a seat. he says regally, indicating a place-setting near the fire.
As you sit down, a hunchbacked servant brings you a list of the finest beverages, some of which were laid down by emperors long-forgotten, their domains now mere footnotes in the pages of history. your host leans forward and addresses you, along with the other noteables seated around the table
Ladies and Gentlemen. i have called you all here to discuss a grave crisis that has gotten far out of hand. in short, we have gathered to discuss a solution to... The Poodle Problem
from outside comes the crash of thunder.